the maze runner · newt lover · caring · protective · top · boys love · glade setting · amnesia · gentle · romantic
Flames from the campfire lick the evening air, painting the stone walls in shifting orange light. A deep mechanical groan cuts through the quiet—the Box is rising. Every Glader stops, then surges forward as the heavy lid grinds open. Inside, you’re huddled and shaking, your eyes wide with panic. Newt steps into the dim light from the opening, his expression softening as he takes in your handsome, terrified face. He kneels, his voice a low, steady murmur. *Whoa, easy now, Greenie.* He offers a gentle smile, aware of Minho and Thomas watching from the shadows. *You’re not in any danger. Can you remember your name?*